Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

As I stood by the door, my heart pounding like a drum, I could sense the tension before Stella even burst into the room. Her footsteps faltered, and her eyes widened in shock. “Phoebe…”

I was dressed in an old outfit, one that probably reminded her too much of ‘Phoebe‘.

Even Robin was caught off guard, cursing under his breath. “Dexter, are you out of your mind?”

“She’s Foebe, not Phoebe; you’re the one who’s crazy,” Robin growled, stepping forward to inspect me. “Foebe, you’re coming with us.”

I stared blankly at Robin, my expression one of pure confusion. “Who are you?”

Stella’s breath hitched. “Phoebe, it’s me, Stella.”

I looked at her. “Stella, why are you here? And who is he?”

Stella advanced with nervous steps, taking my hand softly. “Do you remember… are you Phoebe Caldwell or Foebe Larson?”

I paused, a frown etching my features. “Huh? I’m Phoebe Caldwell…”

Robin swore again. “Fuck… Dexter, you psycho, what the hell did you do to her?”

Dexter stepped in front of me protectively. “I told you, she’s not going anywhere with you. She’s free to make her own choices, and you’ve got no right to interfere.”

“Phoebe, this guy’s a scum, don’t listen to him. I’m here to take you away,” Stella’s eyes brimmed with tears as she reached out to me. “Don’t you remember? Colin’s waiting for you; he’s your husband.”

“Colin…” I clutched at my head, a surge of pain following the name.

Colin…

Caleb…

“Phoebe,” Dexter said, his arms tightening around me, his gaze warning Stella. “If you don’t want to see her hurt, stop bringing up things that will upset her!” Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

Stella clenched her fists, barely containing her fury. “You’re disgusting, Dexter. Was Phoebe’s amnesia before related to you?”

Dexter remained silent, neither denying nor confirming.

“Phoebe, don’t be afraid, just ignore them. Let’s get you back to bed,” Dexter said, guiding me towards the bedroom.

Stella was relentless. “Phoebe…”

Robin held her back.

I let Dexter help me into the room, but before the door closed, I turned and winked at Stella.

She paused, then nodded to me discreetly.

Did Dexter really think Damian was that capable?

Indeed… electroshock therapy could cause temporary memory confusion, even amnesia.

But something had gone wrong this time. Damian’s experiment didn’t seem to have worked as planned,

“Phoebe, don’t listen to them. Rest up, I’ll talk some sense into them,” Dexter reassured me gently, as if he truly cared, then stood and left the room.

I sat numbly, watching him go.

“The people after Foebe are from the Langley family. Can anyone from the Langley family be trusted? You want her to go back to them; you’re sending her to her grave,” Dexter’s voice was a low, ominous warning to Robin and Stella. “And you, Stella, do you think you can protect her? Or you, Robin, a mere traffic cop, can you keep her safe?”

“Dexter, you scumbag!” Stella made a move as if to attack.

Robin caught her arm. “The situation with the Langley family is complicated; no one can be trusted. Foebe might actually be safer here. Look at her, she can’t handle any more stress.”

Stella’s breath came in short gasps. “You didn’t cherish her when she was alive, and now you’re pulling this crap. You’re revolting, Dexter.”

Dexter looked down. “I’ll make amends.”

“Make amends?” Stella turned to Melody, who had just returned from assessing her injuries. “Is that what you call it? Trapping someone by your side while their memory’s messed up? And keeping your old flame close, too? You’re playing a dangerous game, trying to have your cake and eat it too. Don’t choke on it.”